To: GEN Fury, Army HQ, Tadath
From: MAJ Roback, Army Intelligence, Lotaith

RE: Alternate Route, Thilidian Sector

Rumors of the Thilidian Sector have kept many of our intelligence resources busy for the past year. Quietly we have moved in many survey teams and have bribed as many freighter pilots as possible to develop a concept of the scope of our discovery of this region of space.

We have had some success with two squad missions on the planet Sera Vessa, the gateway to the Thilidian sector.  It was believed that this was the only way into the sector because of a very, very large natural and artificial construct known as the Besdoaari Belt, a series of dense asteroid fields and what is believed to be the remains of at least two planets purposely destroyed to create this astrogation barrier.

We have, through research and payouts to various illegal mining operations, found a way through the Belt, past the formidable defense force based at the deep space facility known as Besdoaari City, and into what is called the hinterlands of the Thilidian Sector.

If this is the fringe, then there is promise further in.  Our maps have deliniated a zone of at least four habitable planets, three of which have resources and limited population.  The fourth is a large trade planet with contacts to the rest of the sector.  It is considered unwise to bring our activities to their attention at the current time.

The planets currently under consideration for resource gathering and installation sites are: Leth 54, Osk 191, and Zerek 456.  The nomenclature of these planets (aurebesh and numerics) indicate they are likely sites explored and subsequently deleted from Old Republic and Imperial records.  The reason for thier disappearance is another thread being followed by intelligence.

Osk 19 is composed of 5000 employees of military-economic consortium mining the planet for its resources.  The planet appears to be the site of a catastrophic ecological event, perhaps the result of a military conflict.  One former military analyst compared it to the aftermath of a Base Delta Zero incident, which would be unlikely as a Star Destroyer has likely never crossed the Besdoaari Belt.

Leth 54 hosts a mostly scientific team of 800 individuals who conduct experiments on what is likely a very primitive planet untouched by civilization.  This site is considered a valuable planet for a relay station and some light industry.

Zerek 456 is a planet in dire need of assistance.  Four million beings call this planet home.  It appears to be a planet divided between differing - and conflicting - governments and territories.  We have made contact with one faction, the Zelus Confederacy and gained concessions with them to establish a military base in their zone, around their capital city Alordor.  The only condition is the complete and utter annilihation of their main competitor's capital city.

It is believed that this can be achieved with minimal intervention.  Military opposition is in the form of 600,000 troops with pre-Clone Wars era equipment. Air elements are considerable but will be addressed by the Zelus Confederacy.  Space elements can be readily dealt with by two automated turbolaser gun stations which will be deployed with any combat force sent.

This should be a simple workout session for a squad or two of our finest troopers.  Intelligence considers this a viable and cost effective option to gaining a foothold in the Thilidian Sector.

Attachments and details follow.

Thilidian Sector map



Zerek 456



Planet Name: Zerek 456
Atmosphere: Type I - Breathable
Gravity Rating: Standard
Day Length (hrs): 23
Year Length (local days): 255
Terrain types: Depleted plains, low hills, some large bodies of water

Cities/Population Centers
Alordor - Selus Confederacy
Dayust - Rybril Federation
Rous Dra - Manda Kingdom

Function: Subsistence/Industry
Government: Competing States
Type: Terrestrial
Hydrosphere: Moderate
Temperature: Temperate
Population: 4 million
Starport(s): Standard, Landing Field
Technology Level: Hyperspace

The inherent problem of this mission is coordination. This is a planet, indeed, an area of space, with little success in long range hyperspace travel.  Trade operates from planet to planet, with the occasional caravan considered a risky venture.  The same method applies to their military actions.  Large, slow, pondering advances are recorded throughout this planet's history.  However, this is a planet in decline.  Population losses throughout the past 200 years has been recorded at up to 75%.  The ability to maintain the resources and manpower to wage large-scale warfare is not available; yet, these methods remain.

The target area is the capital city of the Rybril Federation, Dayust. The government sector of this city is a multi-block area of large business buildings and smaller, ornate government facilities, with some residential mixed in.



Use this for larger image of city map.

Refer to the Dayust city map for coordinates of targets of opportunity:

Brown - Residential
Blue - Governmental
Green - parks, forest
Red - Critical targets

C3-4: Presidential Palace
B3: Legislature
A3: Legislative offices
D2-4: Executive offices
C-2: Military offices
A-B4: Judiciary and other governmental offices

Alternate targets
B2: Legislative residences
D2: Intelligence offices
 
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PRF/GEN Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

Dragoon read the datapad closely as he stood in front of his squad.  They haven't been his squad long, but he knew that they would die on his command.

Dragoon looked over the faces of his troopers.  On second thought, these guys wouldn't die for anything, Dragoon thought to himself. 

"Well kids," he said to the group as he lit a cigarette, "looks like we have our first mission."

There were some scattered cheers from the troops, but for the most parts a collective sigh of relief.  When troops don't do anything but train, troops get bored.  And when troops get bored, Squad Leaders get harassed.  And when Squad Leaders get harassed, Squad Leaders cry.  That's the way of things in the Vast Empire Armed Forces, and Dragoon knew this well.

Dragoon showed the information that General Fury had sent to him.  They all looked at the maps and information and nodded, but Dragoon had this inkling inside that they didn't really care what their mission was as long as people died.  That's the kind of troops he liked.

"Okay, here's the gameplan," Dragoon said to Jester Squad.  "We begin by taking a shuttle to Alordor on Zerck 456.  As I'm sure you can tell by their impressive name, this planet is a bit under-developed.  We're going to try and convince the consulate of the confederacy to mount a ground campaign against the Rybril's as a distraction.  Should they decline, it's not a big deal.  They are using pre-Clone Wars equipment and are currently fighting a war on two fronts."

He paused for a minute and looked over his troops.  "Any questions so far?"  Silence reigned for the first time in ages in the Jester Squad.  Slightly disappointed at the lack of a sarcastic outburst, Dragoon continued.

"Our mission is to topple the Rybril government and secure the Zelus victory so we can then use the planet for the Vast Empire's own needs.  We're going to do this by destroying a few key structures and killing a few key people in the Rybril government.  The city is about as well defended as you'd expect from these type of people, meaning not very well defended at all, so the mission should be fairly simple.  We're going to be taking some large explosives and regular rifles and carbines, with a few sniper rifles thrown in there in case we need them.  If you all are ready, we'll board the shuttle."  With that Dragoon shut off the holoprojector.
 
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SSGT Dragoon
Roses are Red
And Ready for Plucking
You're Sixteen
And Ready for High School

Frog wandered upto the transport shuttle with a big grin on his face, his personal gear was already stashed on the shuttle, and he had an E-Web over each shoulder. He glanced over and saw Hashi had acquired himself a missile launcher and Dragoon was carrying several satchels of what was almost undoubtably something explosive.

Squeezing himself in amongst all the equipment, he looked around at his squad mates doing the same, it seemed a change in SL was going to make a big difference for Jester, and from the looks of things this mission was going to be a blast.

Stretching, Frog slided down in his seat to catch a quick nap as the shuttle lifted off, and they were on their way.
 
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(-Vast Empire-) Sergeant Thomas "Firefrog" Phennir
TRP/SGT Firefrog/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]
Jester++
+ Advanced Recon Commando {ARC} +
The stupider people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them.

[OOC: Sorry for taking charge of the plan Dragoon, if you want anything changed, give me a yell ^_^ ]

Frog slowly opened his eyes, and gazed out from his small bunk, some of the Jesters were asleep in similar bunks, while the rest were lazing around the transports lounge. Hopping out of bed, he spared an odd look for Hashi, who was lying under his blanket, with an Acklay shaped lump poking out from his midsection.

Dragoon looked up as Frog rose, "Ah good, kick Hashi and Shadow awake, it's time to discuss strategy."

Ten minutes later, with the six Jesters sitting around a table with the map of Dayust displayed on it, Dragoon's idea of strategy became quite clear, as they discussed who wanted to blow up which part of the city.

"Maybe a more two pronged attack would be a better idea," said Frog, as Hashi and Dragoon argued over which one of them would get to explode the intelligence offices, "With the destruction we're sure to cause there, it would be easy for a couple of us to sneak around and manipulate events from the shadows."

Dragoon looked thoughtful, "Thats not bad at all, why don't you take Tylen and Sokudo and see what you can do, where would you want to hit?"

Frog plonked a finger down on the map, "The intelligence offices would be a good start, if they remain intact for long enough to raid," Hashi looked slightly sheepish at this point, "and then the Palace after that."

Dragoon nodded, "That sounds good, we'll start out at the military offices, and work our way north, should draw considerably attention away from you."

With a push of a button, Dragoon turned the holo-display of the map off, and looked up at everyone, "There's still the matter off the Zelus military, and their involvment in this. I'm hoping we can convince them to start skirmishing across the border of Rybril territory, a few days of battle out there should draw the majority of their forces away from the capital. If not, then at the very least we can hopefully get them to launch a one off attack, perhaps to spur the Rybril into counter-attacking, and letting their defense drop."

The rest of the squad was nodding agreement, when an alarm went off, and the red light in the corner of the room came on, "Right, we're dropping out of hyperspace, it's just a short journey through the asteroid field after this, and we'll be on our way, everyone strap yourselves in!" Dragoon ordered, getting to his feet.

Suddenly the transport shuddered slightly, and the blurred streaks of light out the window faded, replaced by the blackness of space, and ahead could be seen Beedoaari Belt.
 
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(-Vast Empire-) Sergeant Thomas "Firefrog" Phennir
TRP/SGT Firefrog/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]
Jester++
+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
The stupider people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them.

"GAH!!! Could you be more careful?!" Dragoon shouted at the pilot.

"Shut up or I'm letting you out here," the pilot said as he concentrated on avoiding the asteroids.  It was a dangerous path, but not terribly so.  Dragoon still had this sneaking suspicion that the pilot was taking a few more risks than necessary, though.

"Okay, sit down, we're landing," the pilot said.

Dragoon eyed him warily.  "I want to let you know right now, I don't like you," Dragoon said as he strapped himself in.

"I don't like you either," the pilot replied.  "Luckily, I don't get paid to like my cargo."

Jester Squad could hear the curses coming out of the cockpit.  "I didn't know that you could put so many curse words together while maintaining proper grammar," Hashi said in awe.

"Our Squad Leader is just a special guy, I guess," Firefrog responded. 

The ship landed at the mining facility with no other problems.  The squad exited to see General Fury and a younger gentleman standing behind him.

"How was the flight, Sergeant?" Fury asked Dragoon as Dragoon saluted him.

"I am going to kill that ****ing pilot if you don't do something about him," Dragoon replied. 

"Sorry, he's a navy man, so you'll have to send a memo to Admiral Japheth if you want something done," General Fury replied.  "And knowing your track record, I have the feeling that he didn't do anything that deserves death."

Dragoon gritted his teeth and emitted a growl of some sort, but said nothing else.

"Anyway, back on topic," Fury continued.  "Meet Private Raiden, your new trooper."  Raiden stepped up and offered Dragoon his hand.

Dragoon shook his hand rather vigorously.  "Did you bring cigarettes?"  he asked him with sparkling eyes.

"Uh... no sir," Raiden replied. 

"Sithshit, why do I have to get a bunch of non smokers?" Dragoon cursed under his breath a little more.  "Eh, welcome to the squad.  Talk to Firefrog, he'll get you accustomed to the Squad and whatnot.  Let's get moving as soon as possible."
 
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SSGT Dragoon
Roses are Red
And Ready for Plucking
You're Sixteen
And Ready for High School

Raiden stood straight, his shoulders square as he was introduced to his squad leader, the young man keeping his gaze beyond Dragoon until the other man spoke, offering his hand, "Thank you, sir, I look forward to the opportunity to serve under your command." the new recruit stated simply, not saying anymore than he needed too - as it was Raiden didn't like talking much, he prefered to let his actions say everything... besides, Raiden was just damn happy to be out of the Drill Squad.

Suprisingly Raiden hadn't been with the other outfit for long, though he didn't let the quick transferal go to his head, since he didn't quite know why he had been packed and shipped out so quickly... time would tell, obviously, but in the meantime the young man aimed to do his best for his new Squad. As he was introduced to Firefrog, a heavy slap on the back following suit, Raiden nodded to the other man, "Good to meet you," though he didn't show any reaction to the comment about being considered canon fodder, "I'm just glad to finally be here."

Hand absently fingering his DL-44 on his hip, Raiden listened as his fellow Jesters were introduced by Firefrog, Raiden nodding to them in turn, "Raiden, good to meet you." he said in a low voice, his blue eyes scanning each of his Squadmate's faces, becoming familiar with their appearance and distinguishing features - it always helped to know your friends when in a cramped situation of blaster bolts ripping through ozone... Raiden hadn't hit a friendly yet and he didn't plan on starting now.

Finally the group began to move on, Raiden following them silently as he gave a nod to Fury, "Thank you for the lift, sir, I appreciate it." then the young man fell into line behind his new squad, following them until they eventually gathered outside of the Zelus Headquarters. So far the squad didn't seem to be bad people, they all seemed friendly enough, and this made Raiden feel welcome.

Keeping silent, Raiden continued to follow, keeping his eyes open and his ears listening, there was always a chance to pick up information and grow a better understanding of what was around you...
 
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Private First Class Johnny Raiden
TRP/PFC Raiden/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]
[Jester Squad | Trooper 7]
"Death solves all problems; no man, no problem."

Fury was smoking a cigarra outside the building where the meeting had taken place.  Zerek 456, or at least this part of it, was a very beautiful place.  Quaint really in that very little technology had made it out to this planet, or at least was not still functioning.  While the military had gotten back up to almost Clone Wars-era technology, the civilian end of things was functioning on a wheeled and human-powered system.  Sure, it was all automated, but centuries behind the galaxy at large.

Some of the history he'd been able to dig up showed this planet to be a colony populated not so many hundreds of years ago.  While the colony ships were still used primarily as trade vessels, the few non-functioning ones were basically museums to a life no one on this rock could understand.  Fury could almost relate, but even on Bovo Yagen they had autochefs and repulsorlift vehicles, even if life their wasn't as glamorous as a holodrama.

In any case, their new allies had agreed to open an offensive, including a deep bomber run into the enemy's capital city to mask the drop of Jester squad and the company of troops that would be attached to them.  Some would fight close with Jester, the rest would be attempting to cause a diversion by destroying the power grid and other essential services.

Fury decided to stick around and try to open up some Imperial Center offices here.  Might as well make a few credits on this deal.  He'd have this place covered in consumer goods in no time.
 
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PRF/GEN Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

The Jesters speeded down from the heavens on their RDVs. Dropping with them were a platoon of Zelus troops, they'd be hanging around to provide the extra firepower.

Hashi took a quick glimpse northwards and saw a squadron of bombers releasing their payloads on the unfortunate citizens of Dayust. Building after building went up in smoke, the invasion was well under way.

A cluster of military offices loomed up ahead of them. Random flak from enemy ground troops lighted up the sky. Hashi bore down on his RDV, a gun in one hand firing away while the other steered the vehicle.

Touching down gently on his boots, Hashi quickly disembarked and went into a crouching position, bringing up his rifle in a blink of an eye. This was the first time he was faced with FIBUA combat.

His eyes scanned the target office building, then swiftly and silently, he advanced forward.

[OOC : FIBUA : Fighting in built-up area.]
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
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Sergeant Hashi Shiyun [IH] [SoA] [LoR]
- Jester Squad, Storm Platoon.

An odd sense of timelessness surrounded Hashi as he charged forward, weapon to his chest. The buildings around him seemed to have come from a different age of the galaxy. No doubt the planet would undergo extensive modernization when the Vast Empire takes over, eventually. That would happen after the Rybil government topples over

A red blaster bolt that zinged near Hashi's head snapped him back to reality, proving the weapons were still modern enough to burn a clean hole through your body, though compared to the advanced Imperial rifles the Jesters were armed with, were still absurbly obsolete.

Covering Hashi's flanks were Senior Sergeants Dragoon and Shadow. Bringing up the rear was the Selus platoon, who were sticking around only for morale support. Three Jesters were more than a match for the enemy. And they haven't even brought in the heavy stuff yet, the AT-PTs and Juggernaughts were still parked at base.

The other Jester fireteam, led by Firefrog and consisting of Tylen, Sokudo and Raiden, had quietly split away from the main assault group and headed southwards to target the intelligence offices in sector c2, another critical target.

Dragoon's fireteam, as planned, would raise as much hell as possible with the attack on the military offices and draw away the enemy while Firefrog and friends shift through intelligence files and related documents for any useful schtuff.

Both teams would then work their way north, causing plenty of chaos and destruction along the way, and move onto the next phase : tackling the presidential palace and assasinating a politician or two.

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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
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Sergeant Hashi Shiyun [IH] [SoA] [LoR]
- Jester Squad, Storm Platoon.

Sokudo silent signed  to Firefrog his intention as he broke away from the group and bleed into the shadows unnoticably.

The stealthy ninja-esque soldier quickly scaled the building wall with some newly acquired climbing gear, then silent snuck into one of the upper floor windows while the rest of his fire team snuck in the lower floors.

As soon as he was in the room he  scanned it for any potential importance and saw a terminal that he might be able to slice with his datapad and find some useful information.

Sokudo started stalking quitely towards the terminal but then froze as he heard two voices out in the hall from the open door. He silent drew one of the shorter blades of his sword set and a small throwing knife. Then stalked towards the door. He quietly and swiftly ran across the hall to another dark room, but while running he threw the knife, and it struck true to the target... One of the guard's necks. The other guard thinking the area was completely secure was suprised, but quickly collected himself and scanned the area for the intruder....

The guard searched room by room, he finally unknowingly got to the room that the stealthy Jester soldier was in and reach for the light controls. Before his hand ever got to the controls a swift short blade took that hand from his arm. The guard was so shocked he didn't scream out... or maybe it was because his vocal cords were slash at the same instant from another blade. A few moments later he fell and died shortly after from loss of blood.

Sokudo hid the bodies then went back to the terminal to get what information he could.
 
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TRP/LCPL Sokudo/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
Jester Squad's Ninja

"It seems a large contingent of troops have set up a perimeter around our perimeter," Hashi said to Dragoon as he looked through his microbinoculars.  "They're going to try and suffocate us in."

Dragoon grinned.  "Gimme the megaphone and call in for the big guns, it's time to show off."  Hashi nodded and began to call it in.  Shadow simply stood there, looking bored.

Dragoon looked around for a good place to stand, he wanted to be in full view of all of the troops when this went down.  After getting the confirmation from Hashi that the big guns would be set down in the middle of the improvised camp, Dragoon began his show.

"Alright you primitive screw-heads, listen up," he said into the megaphone.  The sporadic fire stopped as his voice echoed through the streets.  Taking aim at a nearby Rybil, Dragoon blasted the man in the chest.  "See this? This is my boomstick! It's a 12-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan; retails for about one hundred nine, ninety-five. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right, shop smart, shop S-Mart!"  With that he unloaded a few more slugs into the surrounding troops.

Blaster fire began to flood his direction.  Grinning, Dragoon leaped down just as the drop ships appeared overhead.  "Alright, Shadow, you take one AT-PT, Hashi, you take the other.  I'll take some of the primatives with me to pilot the juggernaught."  Dragoon took a deep breath and lit a cigarette.  "I love my job."

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"Come on man, cheer up!" Dragoon said from the pilot's seat of the juggernaught.  True, the ship was a bit out-dated, but at the same time, it was far ahead of the technology of this planet.  "We're having fun.  Pick a building," he told the local who sat nervously in the co-pilot's seat.

The co-pilot gave a shy grin and pointed at one of the tall buildings to the right.  Dragoon checked it with the map.  "Well... it is a residential building, just an ordinary high-rise, but if it will loosen you up..."  Dragoon steered the massive armored vehicle in the direction of the building.  "Full speed ahead!!!" He shouted.  "Ramming speed..." 

"What the hell are you doing?" a voice came over the com, it sounded like Shadow.

"A key assassination, trust me," Dragoon replied as he winked at his co-pilot.  "The president's dry cleaner lives here, and he may end up causing us trouble in the future." 

The sound of concrete meeting armored vehicle echoed throughout the juggernaught as it ripped through the building.  Rubble was falling all around as the building's foundation began to teter, and as the giant armored vehicle exited the area, the building collapsed entirely.

The co-pilot cheered, as did Dragoon as they turned toward's the Presidential Palace.  Time to get some work done.
 
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SSGT Dragoon
Roses are Red
And Ready for Plucking
You're Sixteen
And Ready for High School

Frog shook his head as Sokudo slipped off into the shadows, it wasn't exactly unexpected, but at least with Raiden there he still had a team of three, and while Raid was a touch inexperienced, Tylen's "skills" should more then make up for it.

"Ok lads," Frog said, turning to the other pair with a grin, "No need to be too subtle about this, Dragoon will almost undoubtadly be more distracting then us."

Raiden fell into line with Tylen as Frog turned and headed for the main gates of the IntelHQ, the place had suddenly become very loud to the north, the sounds of blaster fire being exchanged and the occasional explosion.

Reaching the front gates, Frog hefted his new rifle, putting a quick blast through the lock mechanism, he swung the gates open and wandered in. The front gardens were neat and tidy, but seemed to be built as to be low maintenance, the front doors were large wooden things, and Frog clicked a frag grenade into the under-barrel launcher on his rifle, which took care of the doors with ease.

They were greeted in the lobby by several guards on the upper level, all covering the front door, Frog motioned for everyone to take cover, and fired off a few quick bursts before diving behind the bottom of one end of the staircase. He heard Raid land with a thump behind him, and the snap-hiss of Tylen's saber coming to life, as he headed to the other side of the room.

"When I say go, lean out and fire off a few shots," Frog said to Raid, as he shoved a new grenade in his rifle, who nodded in response.

Frog looked up and saw Tylen smile at him, before slipping through a side door. He motioned at Raid to start firing, and while he held the enemy's attention, Frog leaned out and launched the grenade at the center balcony. All of a sudden, one of the doors on the top floor, opposite the two Jesters, flew off its hinges and Tylen walked through causing panic in the ranks of the enemy, as well as dismemberments.

"Now's our chance," Frog said to Raiden, and motioned for him to follow his lead up the stairs. It was a simple matter to clear up the rest of the lobby, bringing down the remaining Rybril's on the second floor. They were discussing where to go next, when one of the doors began to creep open.

Frog motioned silence, and crept over to the door before kicking it open, and leveling his rifle on the dark form, now sprawled out on his ass on the floor.

"Oh good," said Sokudo, as he began to pick himself up off the floor, "I was hoping to find you lot, theres something very odd about this building..."
 
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(-Vast Empire-) Sergeant Thomas "Firefrog" Phennir
TRP/SGT Firefrog/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]
Jester++
+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
The stupider people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them.

The AT-PT made a whrring sound as it spurred forward, piloted by a happy Sergeant Hashi. Vehicle pilot wasn't exactly his military specialty, but he had a few rides round the base in an AT-PT during basic training, and he had enjoyed those. The light walker was a little machine of pure raw firepower, and was designed to devastate conventional ground forces.

And it was doing its job very well. Hashi simply jerked the joystick back and forth and pressed the red fire button, mowing down squad after squad of Rybil infantry with the twin blaster cannons as they dropped their rifles and fled in terror, screaming for their mothers. It was almost too easy.

Grinning, he flicked on the comm and radioed Shadow, "Now this is what I call a joy ride!"

He could hear Shadow chuckle in reply and a loud "Whoops!" soon after as Shadow's AT-PT accidentally gunned down a male civilian trying to escape the scene on a primitive two-wheeled mode of transportation called a bicycle.

Dragoon's voice came over the comm, "Enjoying the drive over to the palace boys? Take your time and set off some fireworks."

Hashi waved stupidly at rear of the big hulking Juggernaught some distance up the road from his walker, "Aye sir!"

He then chortled cheerfully as his finger exerted pressure on the secondary fire button of the joystick. A loud whooshing sound escaped from the chin of his AT-PT after a grenade ejected from the built-in concussion grenade launcher. The grenade crashed through an apartment window to his right and kaboom-ed, and Hashi continued his merry ride in Dayust.
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
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Sergeant Hashi Shiyun [IH] [SoA] [LoR]
- Jester Squad, Storm Platoon.

Hashi and Shadow formed a firm base of fire with their walkers as a squad of Selus troops moved up and took positions along the street. They had come crashing in between two rows of office buildings, but could go no further beyond the third block. Seems the Rybril were reluctant to give up this sector of the city.

Hashi frowned at the stiff resistance. "Yo Shadow," he grunted. "Cover my ass, I'm going on foot." "Sure," was Shadow's terse reply. Grabbing his rifle, he flicked a button and the hatch of the at-pt opened. He leapt out and dashed for cover as blaster bolts immediately came to his direction.

Taking a moment to recover his breath, Hashi then waved over a Selus soldier with a baby-like face. "You, trooper. What's your name?" he asked briskly. "Ihsan sir. Private Ihsan."

Hashi nodded and patted Ihsan on the shoulder warmly. "Righto, mate. See that building over there? With those machine guns bristling out of the windows?" grinned Hashi. "According to my datapad that is where several important ministers have taken refuge. And we're gonna storm it. Just you and me, baby," he finished.

Ihsan's puffy cheeks turned a sickly green colour and his knees wobbled abit. But he tightened his jaw and nodded resolutely. "There's a good lad," smiled Hashi as he clipped off a couple of flashbangs from his belt and handed one over to Ihsan.

Ihsan started mumbling some strange prayers to his primitive gods for his safety. Meanwhile, Hashi raised his voice over the deafening exchange of gunfire, "Squad! Covering fire!"

The Selus soldiers started a new round of frenzied firing, forcing the Rybil to stay well away from any open doors and windows.

Hashi rapped Ihsan on the head sharply and motioned the young man to follow behind him. Breathing deeply, Hashi dashed across the street with Ihsan right on his heels. Midway, he screamed out, "Fire in the hole!!" and flung his flashbang into a blown-out doorway.

Charging through and yelling different forms of war cries, they encountered four stunned Rybil troopers, who reacted a second later but a second too late. A rapid burst of fire and they dropped to the floor like dummy sacks.

The two young soldiers wasted no time and ran through the building like crazed men, killing half a dozen more Rybil in close quater combat. Ihsan flicked off a shot to the forehead of the last enemy soldier like a pro. "That," he said slowly. "Was exhilarating."

Hashi grinned and stuck his hand out, and Ihsan took it. He shook it lightly and chuckled, "I like you, you primitive screw-head."
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
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Sergeant Hashi Shiyun [IH] [SoA] [LoR]
- Jester Squad, Storm Platoon.

Fury had gone back to the assembled cast and had pretty much gotten them calmed down.  Nearly all were signed on.  The few that hadn't were promptly kicked out of the building and now faced dire future prospects. 

"Alright gang, we've got good news.  The diversionary team made the most of their task and now have the Dayust airport under control.  I have also, through the magic of superior firepower, convinced a Rybil general that when he is the leader of his nation, which should be in a few hours, we will fly over to Dayust and have him, along with you, sign the planetary government treaty."  Fury looked around.  "I'll lead the way in my craft and take out any anti-air we may encounter.  You'll follow with an escorted bomber as that seems all we readily have available.  So, take the next few hours and get together with your speechwriters and government officials. We're about to make history here."

Fury got on his comlink and got Merrick up to speed on the goings-on, and to prepare some space in Dayust for a reception.
 
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PRF/GEN Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center